Dear Diary,
The weekend was great, even in absence of quality heating pad time. We did crafts, made cat forts, watched tv, knitted and finally on Sunday, we watched the Packer game. Mom's yelling at the t.v. startled me out of a dead sleep while I was on her lap a few times. I don't know why, for what reason she was yelling but a couple of times I almost got up and ran for the hills. Wasn't sure if there was a predator we needed to run from or what.
I watched mom clean the litter boxes out this morning, I was thinking to myself how thankful that I was that she didn't care that I wasn't the type of cat to poop in the litter box. I do pee in the litter box, that's no problem but pooping is a whole other issue for me and always has been. It's probably part of the reason why I did not become an indoor cat at the farm.
The farm owner told my mom that I like to poop on news paper, or paper of any sort, really and that if I was inside for any length of time at the farm that she'd have to lay news paper down next to the litter boxes so that I could poop. I think mom was initially worried that I wouldn't poop in a proper location because of my habits on the farm. To contain my poop and not have it just laying around on a piece of news paper, she decided she would try lining an empty litter box with news paper and bingo... I got in and used it! My poop to be forever contained!
Sometimes it just takes a little creative thinking to get over obstacles with pets, especially cats who are particular about where and when they poop, like me.
There are times however, that the poopin' papers are not up to my standards. I don't like pooping in the box when I've already previously pooped. If the poopin' papers get too bad, I go into the kitty hut that we have in the cat room and poop in there. Then she know's it's definitely time for a paper replacement.
All is well here in Nut land, especially since the poopin' papers were replaced this morning.
Until later,
Nut
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Monday, December 30, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Day 8, Entry 1 - The Nerd Herd
Dear Diary,
I guess I should talk about my sibling cats, the other two that make up our dynamic nerd herd. Titan is a large orange tabby cat, and by large I mean he's tall and husky and is almost double my body weight. This puts me at an extreme disadvantage when he play fights me, sometimes he's just a jerk though and likes to sit on me and bite my neck. I just lay there and scream until mom yells at him. The bed is the safe zone in our house, he often won't come up there and bother us so I know if I can make a break and make it to the bed, he gives up.
He has behavioral issues. He's kind of a jerk and we think it's because he was cuddled too much as a kitten. He is the only cat of the two that will cuddle and sleep with me, though. Mom finds us spooning a lot. He's the big spoon.
Titan also has issues with food. He's always hungry and worried about his next meal. If mom takes too long to come home he starts to panic and he gets into the cupboards. He has to jump on top of the fridge and then up to the top surface of the cupboards. He then flips the door of the highest cupboard open. His panic go-to meal is in there. Cheerios. Yup, he eats cheerios when he gets hungry and worried that mom isn't coming home. He literally has to lower himself into the cupboard and since he's huge and slightly overweight, it's always a show for Mira and I. He has a lot of upper body strength and has a good 3 minute arm hang. Anyway, he gets in there, pushes the Cheerio box out onto the floor, jumps down and begins his feast. After he's done he starts talking about how we're going to have to ration out the rest of the Cheerios and drink from the toilet if mom doesn't reappear.
He's really the nerdiest cat I've ever met. I think his time would be better spent learning how to work the can opener, at least for Mira and myself. We don't care for Cheerios.
Mira is a beauty. She's a very petite tortie (tortoise shell). She never really got past the size of a teenage kitten. She's really sweet but is often aloof. She's very independent and plays alone. She doesn't like sleeping next to Titan or myself unless the apartment is cold, she likes to sleep next to mom. She always has to have a paw touching mom when we're sleeping.
Mira's weird behavioral problem is wool sucking. She does it when she gets lonely for mom or when mom is really stressed out. Wool sucking is a habitual behavior that some cats take on as a way of stress management. She sucks on fabrics and almost nothing is safe. Everything from shirts to sweaters to bed comforters is subject to Mira's wool sucking. Titan sometimes does it too, but not as much as Mira. Sometimes she eats the fabric which is real bad and makes mom worry a lot. Needless to say we get a lot of supplements to keep our digestive tract healthy which means we poop a lot.
Pooping is stressful for me. Pooping is the one hang up / behavioral issue I have (other than being very assertive when I'm hungry). That's a story for later though.
No matter how weird Titan and Mira's behaviors seem to me, I still love them very much.They are my family and I'm proud to be the first cat they knew. All they had was each other (and a mini weiner dog) for the first year of their lives. Dogs make me nervous.
Mom says one day we will have a house that we can run around in and be wild. She says we'll live in the country and she'll hang bird feeders outside the windows and on Christmas we can have tree that we can climb in and stockings filled with our favorite treats.
Mom also says that when we move, we can help other cats that need homes or care until they can find homes of their own. We're just fine with that. Titan and Mira's mom was most likely a farm cat too. She was found alongside the road pregnant and so hungry that she was willing to eat McDonald's french fries, on the way home.
We know we can't solve the word's cat population problems, but we want to help.
One day, we will.
Until later,
Nut
I guess I should talk about my sibling cats, the other two that make up our dynamic nerd herd. Titan is a large orange tabby cat, and by large I mean he's tall and husky and is almost double my body weight. This puts me at an extreme disadvantage when he play fights me, sometimes he's just a jerk though and likes to sit on me and bite my neck. I just lay there and scream until mom yells at him. The bed is the safe zone in our house, he often won't come up there and bother us so I know if I can make a break and make it to the bed, he gives up.
He has behavioral issues. He's kind of a jerk and we think it's because he was cuddled too much as a kitten. He is the only cat of the two that will cuddle and sleep with me, though. Mom finds us spooning a lot. He's the big spoon.
Titan also has issues with food. He's always hungry and worried about his next meal. If mom takes too long to come home he starts to panic and he gets into the cupboards. He has to jump on top of the fridge and then up to the top surface of the cupboards. He then flips the door of the highest cupboard open. His panic go-to meal is in there. Cheerios. Yup, he eats cheerios when he gets hungry and worried that mom isn't coming home. He literally has to lower himself into the cupboard and since he's huge and slightly overweight, it's always a show for Mira and I. He has a lot of upper body strength and has a good 3 minute arm hang. Anyway, he gets in there, pushes the Cheerio box out onto the floor, jumps down and begins his feast. After he's done he starts talking about how we're going to have to ration out the rest of the Cheerios and drink from the toilet if mom doesn't reappear.
He's really the nerdiest cat I've ever met. I think his time would be better spent learning how to work the can opener, at least for Mira and myself. We don't care for Cheerios.
Mira is a beauty. She's a very petite tortie (tortoise shell). She never really got past the size of a teenage kitten. She's really sweet but is often aloof. She's very independent and plays alone. She doesn't like sleeping next to Titan or myself unless the apartment is cold, she likes to sleep next to mom. She always has to have a paw touching mom when we're sleeping.
Mira's weird behavioral problem is wool sucking. She does it when she gets lonely for mom or when mom is really stressed out. Wool sucking is a habitual behavior that some cats take on as a way of stress management. She sucks on fabrics and almost nothing is safe. Everything from shirts to sweaters to bed comforters is subject to Mira's wool sucking. Titan sometimes does it too, but not as much as Mira. Sometimes she eats the fabric which is real bad and makes mom worry a lot. Needless to say we get a lot of supplements to keep our digestive tract healthy which means we poop a lot.
Pooping is stressful for me. Pooping is the one hang up / behavioral issue I have (other than being very assertive when I'm hungry). That's a story for later though.
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| Newborn Titan and Mira - dry and warm. |
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| Mira being cute for the camera |
Mom says one day we will have a house that we can run around in and be wild. She says we'll live in the country and she'll hang bird feeders outside the windows and on Christmas we can have tree that we can climb in and stockings filled with our favorite treats.
Mom also says that when we move, we can help other cats that need homes or care until they can find homes of their own. We're just fine with that. Titan and Mira's mom was most likely a farm cat too. She was found alongside the road pregnant and so hungry that she was willing to eat McDonald's french fries, on the way home.
We know we can't solve the word's cat population problems, but we want to help.
One day, we will.
Until later,
Nut
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| Titan having a nap. |
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Day 2, Entry 1 - More about me, Nut
Dear Diary,
This morning was uneventful with our usual wake up routine. We (Titan, Mira and I) still think it's crazy that we have to wait until mom is done showering and getting ready, before we are fed. We spend much of that in between time pacing the apartment and popping our head through the shower curtain to remind mom to hurry, that we are still hungry and more hungry than we were 10 minutes ago.
Sometimes we just sit in the bathroom and wait rather than wasting our precious energy reserves on pacing. Usually, if I wait in the bathroom, my eyes get a bit runny.
I have chronic rhino-sinusitis which is much better than it used to be. My eye likely runs because I have scar tissue built up in my nasolacrimal duct(tear duct) from having chronic rhino-sinusitis and constant inflammation. The scarring causes irritation which causes my eye and sometimes nose to run.
Chronic rhino-sinusitis is a common ailment among farm cats. It's part of the upper respiratory complex diseases that run in our circles. We are often afflicted by these diseases because we are not vaccinated and because some of these diseases can spread trans-placentally (through the placenta from mother to kitten) so sometimes we're predisposed before we are even born.
My symptoms used to be a lot more aggressive which is partly why I was adopted out rather than being sent back to the farm, after I was spayed. I used to go into sneezing fits so violent that I would have to climb down off of high surfaces to avoid falling.
The humans would come running when they heard me start to sneeze, paper towel in hand. I think getting the boogers wiped off my face was far more traumatic than the actual sneezing fit, itself. I would always try to tell them "DON'T WORRY, I EATED IT," but it never mattered, they would still smear that semi abrasive white towel all over my face.
I used to have to sneeze and simultaneously eat my boogs at the same time, when I lived on the farm. Any trace of illness when you live outdoors does not usually weigh in your favor.
Chronic rhino-sinusitis is like having a constant sinus infection. I used to have headaches from the congestion, my mom would give me headache medicine to relieve the pressure. She could always tell cause my eyes would get squinty and I'd sit still for long periods of time. After a series of trials on antibiotics and then immune supplements, we were able to hold back the beast. Now I only have boogers in the spring and fall when I'm suffering from my seasonal allergies.
I think I also have food allergies, some foods make my skin itchier than others. We haven't done any allergy testing yet but we experiment with different foods and supplements. My skin being itchy is why back scratches made my "things I like" list.
Sometimes I run and jump and play so hard that the other two apparently more domesticated cats, Titan and Mira get concerned and stay to the outside perimeter of our living room. They just sit and watch me with a look of horror on their faces. I guess I'm just living out my kittenhood. I'm roughly 4-5 years old but I didn't get to be a kitten on the farm. Dealing with illness and raising a litter of kittens of my own, was what I spent most of my time doing. I was however, in the favor of the farmers wife. When I really didn't feel good, I got to come inside the farmhouse and warm up and get injections of penicillin. When I was healthy, it was back outside for me. I learned to potty in the litter box but never learned to poop in the litter box and that's why I never became a steady house cat, at the farm. I had friends and family (brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, mom, dad and my own children) outside, so I was ok being a mostly outdoor cat.
That is all for now, it's 9:20 a.m. and it's time for my mid morning nap.
Until later,
Nut
This morning was uneventful with our usual wake up routine. We (Titan, Mira and I) still think it's crazy that we have to wait until mom is done showering and getting ready, before we are fed. We spend much of that in between time pacing the apartment and popping our head through the shower curtain to remind mom to hurry, that we are still hungry and more hungry than we were 10 minutes ago.
Sometimes we just sit in the bathroom and wait rather than wasting our precious energy reserves on pacing. Usually, if I wait in the bathroom, my eyes get a bit runny.
I have chronic rhino-sinusitis which is much better than it used to be. My eye likely runs because I have scar tissue built up in my nasolacrimal duct(tear duct) from having chronic rhino-sinusitis and constant inflammation. The scarring causes irritation which causes my eye and sometimes nose to run.
Chronic rhino-sinusitis is a common ailment among farm cats. It's part of the upper respiratory complex diseases that run in our circles. We are often afflicted by these diseases because we are not vaccinated and because some of these diseases can spread trans-placentally (through the placenta from mother to kitten) so sometimes we're predisposed before we are even born.
My symptoms used to be a lot more aggressive which is partly why I was adopted out rather than being sent back to the farm, after I was spayed. I used to go into sneezing fits so violent that I would have to climb down off of high surfaces to avoid falling.
The humans would come running when they heard me start to sneeze, paper towel in hand. I think getting the boogers wiped off my face was far more traumatic than the actual sneezing fit, itself. I would always try to tell them "DON'T WORRY, I EATED IT," but it never mattered, they would still smear that semi abrasive white towel all over my face.
I used to have to sneeze and simultaneously eat my boogs at the same time, when I lived on the farm. Any trace of illness when you live outdoors does not usually weigh in your favor.
Chronic rhino-sinusitis is like having a constant sinus infection. I used to have headaches from the congestion, my mom would give me headache medicine to relieve the pressure. She could always tell cause my eyes would get squinty and I'd sit still for long periods of time. After a series of trials on antibiotics and then immune supplements, we were able to hold back the beast. Now I only have boogers in the spring and fall when I'm suffering from my seasonal allergies.
I think I also have food allergies, some foods make my skin itchier than others. We haven't done any allergy testing yet but we experiment with different foods and supplements. My skin being itchy is why back scratches made my "things I like" list.
Sometimes I run and jump and play so hard that the other two apparently more domesticated cats, Titan and Mira get concerned and stay to the outside perimeter of our living room. They just sit and watch me with a look of horror on their faces. I guess I'm just living out my kittenhood. I'm roughly 4-5 years old but I didn't get to be a kitten on the farm. Dealing with illness and raising a litter of kittens of my own, was what I spent most of my time doing. I was however, in the favor of the farmers wife. When I really didn't feel good, I got to come inside the farmhouse and warm up and get injections of penicillin. When I was healthy, it was back outside for me. I learned to potty in the litter box but never learned to poop in the litter box and that's why I never became a steady house cat, at the farm. I had friends and family (brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, mom, dad and my own children) outside, so I was ok being a mostly outdoor cat.
That is all for now, it's 9:20 a.m. and it's time for my mid morning nap.
Until later,
Nut
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